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itscurtains2016-10-10 11:53 am
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OVERTURE
You wake up, and realize you don’t remember how you got here.
This bed is soft and warm, but it’s certainly not yours. And the room is unfamiliar - unless perhaps you’re an actor, seeing as it looks almost exactly like every dressing room in the world. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and trunk comfortably alongside the vanity, but it what it lacks in open space, it makes up for in coziness. This could be something you’ve seen in a movie, or dreamed about experiencing one day. But whatever the case, you aren’t supposed to be here.
There’s a silver key resting on your vanity, along with a thin program booklet. The cover - where the name of the show would usually be - is blank, but if you flip through it, you’ll find some startlingly familiar information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…
The hallway outside is narrow and poorly-lit, lined with star-studded doors. But if you make your way past them and out into the lobby, you’ll find something entirely different: an elegant, refined opera house. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the red carpet is perfect for putting on a show. A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, though with the windows shuttered and locked it's difficult to tell whether it's morning or night. There’s also some framed information pinned up that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the adjoining wings, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy in every room.
There’s also two sets of double-doors in the lobby: one leading back the way you came, deeper into the Opera House, and one leading out. For the moment, neither of them will open.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
This bed is soft and warm, but it’s certainly not yours. And the room is unfamiliar - unless perhaps you’re an actor, seeing as it looks almost exactly like every dressing room in the world. It's not quite large enough to fit the bed and trunk comfortably alongside the vanity, but it what it lacks in open space, it makes up for in coziness. This could be something you’ve seen in a movie, or dreamed about experiencing one day. But whatever the case, you aren’t supposed to be here.
There’s a silver key resting on your vanity, along with a thin program booklet. The cover - where the name of the show would usually be - is blank, but if you flip through it, you’ll find some startlingly familiar information. Maybe a few familiar faces as well…
The hallway outside is narrow and poorly-lit, lined with star-studded doors. But if you make your way past them and out into the lobby, you’ll find something entirely different: an elegant, refined opera house. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the red carpet is perfect for putting on a show. A large clock on the northern wall marks the time, though with the windows shuttered and locked it's difficult to tell whether it's morning or night. There’s also some framed information pinned up that you might find helpful. If you explore further into the adjoining wings, in fact, you'll see there's an identical copy in every room.
There’s also two sets of double-doors in the lobby: one leading back the way you came, deeper into the Opera House, and one leading out. For the moment, neither of them will open.
It looks like you’re stuck. But hey - at least you aren’t alone.
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[....she's trying]
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[If she understood that correctly.]
Yeah. So you get it too, then? Given how freaked out you seem.
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I-if I may say so, ah, your honest attitude is...refreshing. Even in a place like this.
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I'm going to assume I should take that as a compliment.
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[she's under no illusions that some people might find her bluntness offputting]
So, are you just really shy, or...?
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I've never been good at making friends. I've, ah, gotten better spending time with my club, but it's a work in progress.
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[this is high praise from her tbh]
What club are you in?
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The Occult Research Club.
[......yeah]
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What kind of stuff did you research?
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[she's curious despite herself.]
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If you walk alone at night, you may be approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask. She'll ask you, "Am I pretty?" If your response is no, she'll take out a pair of scissors and kill you. If you answer yes, she'll remove her mask...to reveal her mouth slit from ear-to-ear.
Now, she will ask you, "How about now?" If you say no, she will cut you in half. If you say yes, then she will be pleased! ...And she will slit your mouth like hers in her gratitude.
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[much like the bookmark, she doesn't think it's true, so there's no real distress in her tone]
What about the dog person or whatever it was?
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[as for the dog-]
The human-faced dog, that one's just sort of sad. They run along the highway at night, at very fast speeds, and if you try to speak to them, they usually just tell you to go away. They're one of the few urban legends that actually don't try to kill you at all! They're said to be either escaped scientific experiments or spirits of car crash victims.
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[a pause, trying to understand that.]
So... I get the experimentation part, but if they died in a car crash, where does the human dog hybrid thing come into play?
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[stop bringing existential quandaries to urban legends natalie]
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[oh my god it suddenly got scary?!]
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Okay, I'm making the executive decision that both of us should stop considering it right now.
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Continuing on this train of thought will only lead to unhappiness and pain!
[don't say weird things with a big smile on your face]
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